Happy Birthday, Carey.
Happy Birthday, Karen.
I'm a tad too late. But as it goes, valentine's day struck itself off the calendar like any other ordinary day. I told myself I'll be contented to even catch a glimspe of your shadow, and that's enough to knock me off my feet. Thank you 07A2 for the gifts and the company, I do love you all alot. (:
The past week's probably the worst week I've endured since the start of the new year. Getting a 13 on my scoresheet kept me down for a couple of days. Failing to hang onto my job just to send my friend off to Melbourne seemed an all too familiar scene that played itself out once too often in the past. But it's just a passing storm. Slight drizzles, a few streaks of lightning and thunder in the background.
It's 12.25 now. I know it's early but it's been a long day. Before the clockworks of time race too far ahead, I'll need to take a few seconds to lock the past week's events up in a single chapter. But, that's for another day.
For now, the magic flute plays. Goodnight, world.
Goodnight, you. (:
posted by cigarettelove @ 8:13 AM
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